Demanding All Of You

by Ali Parker

“You are going to look amazing. You are going to change that man’s life. He is never going to look at another woman again.”

  I smiled, waggling my brows. “I really hope that is the case.”

  “Come on,” she said, dragging me through a door.

  “What is this place?” I asked, looking around the all-white décor with tall plants everywhere.

  “This is where we give you some of the final touches,” she said with a grin. She walked up to the counter. “We’d like two appointments for body waxes.”

  My eyes went big. “Oh no,” I said, shaking my head. “No, no, no.”

  She smiled at me. “Yes, yes, yes. You want to give him the total experience. Trust me, you are going to feel amazing once you’ve done this.”

  “No way,” I hissed.

  Ten minutes later, I was being stripped down and slathered with wax. I really hoped Damion had a thing for hairless cats because it was what I felt like when I walked out of the place.

  Chapter 57

  Damion

  I adjusted my tie while looking in the bathroom mirror. It was a strange look for me now, but Alex had texted this morning and let me know she wanted to dress up. I was more than happy with that plan. I couldn’t wait to see her in another dress. I promised myself we would make it to the restaurant. I wanted to take her out and show her a good time.

  “Dad, Justin is here,” Oliver shouted from the living room.

  “Okay, let him in. I’ll be right out.”

  I used my fingers to comb through my hair one last time, checking each side of my face in the mirror before heading out to meet Justin. I came into the living room just in time to hear them talk about shooting.

  “Excuse me?” I said, putting my hands on my hips and wondering if I had made a mistake in asking Justin to babysit.

  “Justin says we can shoot his gun,” Oliver said with more enthusiasm than I cared for.

  “My BB gun,” Justin quickly interjected.

  I winced. “Maybe we can do that another time,” I said.

  “But, Dad,” Oliver whined.

  “No. I need to be here to, uh, observe.”

  Justin chuckled. “Well of course. I’m not taking him shooting tonight. We were just talking about some of the things I used to do when I was his age.”

  “Didn’t you just tell me something about your mom and you and your life expectancy?”

  He grinned. “I guess you’re right. We’ll do it another time.”

  “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I can cancel. Alex wouldn’t mind coming over here for dinner.”

  “Go. I promise there will be no use of weapons tonight.”

  I blew out a breath. “Promise?”

  Justin looked at Oliver and winked. “We’ll be good boys. We’ll eat our vegetables and read books. We won’t go outside, and we won’t play with knives or run with scissors.”

  “Or shoot guns. Of any kind.”

  Justin grinned. “Got it.”

  I gave him one last hard look and decided I could trust him. I had a feeling he was only teasing about the guns to begin with. “You two be good. Oliver, keep an eye on him.”

  Oliver grinned. “I will, Dad.”

  I grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out the door. Leaving Oliver with Justin didn’t make me as nervous as I thought it would. Mostly because I trusted my son. He was very responsible and mature for his age.

  I drove to Alex’s house, anxious to see her and spend some time alone with her. We had stepped up a level in our relationship. I wanted to really get to know her. I knew her body. Now I wanted to know her mind.

  I parked the truck and headed up to the front door. I suddenly felt nervous, like a teen boy on prom night. I knocked once and waited. When she opened the door, I took a step back. She truly blew me away.

  “Holy shit,” I breathed, taking in the sight of her wrapped up in red from head to toe with a whole lot of skin in between.

  She grinned. “Pick up your jaw, big boy.”

  I closed my mouth. It had fallen open. “You look amazing.”

  “We’re going to dinner,” she said, holding up a finger. “You are not coming in here. I know what happens if you cross this threshold. You stay right there while I grab my purse.”

  “One touch?” I asked, my voice harsh.

  “No. Your one touch turns into me naked and panting.”

  “You look so good,” I said as my eyes roamed over her body. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the cleavage peeking through the low V in the neckline. The V between her legs was teasing the hell out of me as well. It was all too good.

  “Wait in the truck,” she ordered.

  I slowly nodded. It was the smart thing to do. I did not have that kind of willpower to keep my hands to myself. Clothes would come off and my dick would be inside her if I didn’t move away from her. I walked to my truck and got inside, my hand resting on my semi-erect cock. “Not yet, boy, not yet.”

  She came out a minute later and climbed in the truck. I looked over at her, and for the first time, I smelled her. I inhaled deeply. She smelled like sin. “You’re killing me,” I groaned.

  She smiled, her lips glossy with whatever she had slicked on them. “Good. Now, take me to dinner. Let’s do this date thing.”

  I grinned. “We are going to do this date thing, but don’t bother ordering dessert. I know what I’m having for dessert and I have no qualms about using whatever table we’re sitting at to enjoy said dessert.”

  I saw her shoulders shudder and knew my words had affected her. “Noted.”

  I drove the thirty miles to the restaurant. I wanted to treat her to something a step above the usual burgers and meatloaf at the diner in town. We were going on a real date and that required real food.

  “So, Justin, huh?”

  I laughed. “He’s a good guy.”

  “I agree. Although I think Oliver is probably more mature than he is.”

  “I think of it as me doing something good for the community. I’m keeping Justin locked down. He can’t get into any trouble.”

  She laughed. “You’re right. Geraldine thanks you. There will be no hell-raising tonight.”

  We got to the restaurant and found a quiet table where we could be relatively alone. “Thank you for agreeing to go out with me.”

  “I figured it was the least I could do.”

  I laughed, her sense of humor was a little on the dry, dark side, but it was one of the many reasons I loved her. “I’m just happy I get to see your pretty face now that I’m back.”

  “Are you truly happy to be back or are you trying to convince yourself you’re happy?” she asked.

  “I’m happy,” I assured her. “This is what I want. I’m sorry it took me so long to see it.”

  “It wasn’t just you,” she answered. “I was having a little trouble seeing the forest through the trees. I’m still skittish and I’m probably going to freak out from time to time, but I want this.”

  “Good. I want this as well. I want Oliver to be happy and I’m confident he will be happy here. You make him happy.”

  The look on her face reminded me of someone being told they needed a root canal. “I don’t want to screw that up.”

  “Why would you screw it up?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t exactly have the best role models for parents. I don’t know how to treat a child or how to talk to them.”

  I smiled. “Just be you. He sees your authenticity and is naturally drawn to it. Kids just need to feel safe and wanted. You do that for him. It means a lot to me and to him that you are so good to him.”

  A slight blush flooded her cheeks. “Thank you. I really am fond of him. I missed him a lot more than I thought I would while you guys were gone.”

  “And me?” I teased.

  She giggled. “You? Well, I was pretty pissed at you. I missed you, but I was pissed.”

  I nodded. “Understandable. I hope you let me prove to you that I want to be here. I want to be with y
ou. I’m not going to try and say it will be all sunshine and roses, but I’m going to try.”

  “We’ll try together.”

  That was the best news I had heard in a very long time. As long as she was willing, I was happy. We ordered steak dinners and took our time enjoying our meal. “I think I’m ready for dessert,” she said with a smile.

  I grinned. “I’ve been ready for a while.”

  I paid our bill, and with my hand on the small of her back, I guided her out the door to the truck. I opened the door for her, wanting her to feel like the queen she was. My queen.

  “Would you like to come in?” she asked after I pulled into the driveway of her home.

  I was fully prepared to go home with nothing more than a goodnight kiss. Slowing things down a little wouldn’t hurt. I didn’t want her to get the idea I was all about the sex. I loved sex with her, but I could be more than just a lover.

  “I would love to go inside, but I don’t need to.”

  She looked at me and grinned. “I might need you to.”

  That was all I needed to hear. We both climbed out of the truck and made our way to the door.

  “You really do look very nice,” I told her, unable to take my eyes off her. The skirt hugged her ass, showing off what I already knew was there, but damn, it looked good in red.

  She turned on a table lamp and turned to look at me. “I wanted to show you I could clean up, that I could look like a woman.”

  “Baby, I know you’re a woman.”

  She smiled. “I don’t dress or act like the women you see in New York. I wanted you to see my feminine side. It doesn’t come out very often, but I do have one.”

  “You don’t have to prove anything to me. You are more woman than any of those ladies back in New York. I like you for you. I don’t care what you wear. Although that dress is hot, and it is making me think about sex. It isn’t the dress. It’s the woman in the dress. That’s what is turning me on.”

  “What about the heels and the makeup and all the rest of it?” she asked.

  I could see her legitimate concern in her eyes. I stepped forward and gently placed my hands on her cheeks. “None of it matters. I’m attracted to you because of who you are. Those women have nothing on you. I like a woman who is real. I don’t want to wake up next to a stranger every morning. I want to wake up with the same woman I spend every day with. I want a partner. Someone I can lean on and someone I can support. I don’t want someone who feels like I’m shallow enough to need all the extra stuff. “

  “I don’t think you’re shallow,” she said, her eyes locked on mine. “I think you’re an amazing man that could have any woman he wanted. You could be dating models and heiresses that spend hours a day on their looks. You’re a catch, Damion Whittle. I just want to make sure you don’t always outshine me.”

  I smiled. “You are the only woman I want. There is not a woman in the world that can do what you do to me. Only you have that power.”

  I lowered my mouth to hers, brushing my lips over hers before sealing our mouths together. She had been right; one touch would not have been enough. My body craved her like a nicotine addict craved the next drag. It was the kind of craving that couldn’t be satisfied with just a touch or a basic kiss.

  I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her body close to mine. I’d been waiting all night to touch her. I wanted to make her understand that there was no other woman for me. It was her. Deep down, I knew it would always be her. She was it for me.

  Now, to convince her I could be the man she needed me to be.

  Chapter 58

  Alex

  “God, what you do to me,” I groaned.

  My heart pounded in my chest, my breathing sporadic as I scrambled to hold on to my senses. The man had a way of making me dizzy and needy at the same time. All I had to do was hold on to him. He would never lead me astray. He would take care of all my needs. He would make me feel good and I knew I was safe in his arms.

  “You have no idea what you do to me,” he rasped the words. “This dress. My god. I have to see what’s under it.”

  I smiled against his lips. “That’s an easy one,” I teased. “Nothing.”

  “Fuck me,” he growled.

  He reacted as I suspected he would. He reached down and squeezed my ass, yanking me against his crotch. His swollen cock pushed against me. In an instant, I was on the verge of a violent climax. It took him very little to get my body wound up tight as a bow.

  I reached around and grabbed his ass, squeezing hard and repeating his action. I yanked him against me while grinding my hips against him. Suddenly, I felt emboldened. I wasn’t the same old boring Alex. I was a vixen. I was a woman comfortable in her skin. I was a woman that felt sexy.

  I shoved away from him, my hand flat against his chest. I smiled before grabbing his tie and yanking him toward me. I held the tie in my hand, wrapping it around my fist before slamming my mouth over his. I held him in place, not letting him move an inch before I pushed him away again.

  His nostrils flared as he stared at me. I turned around and reached behind me to pull the zipper of my dress down. I stopped just above my butt and turned to look over my shoulder at him. He was intently watching me.

  “Don’t stop,” he ordered.

  I smiled and pulled the zipper the rest of the way down. I wiggled out of the straps before pulling the bodice forward and letting the fabric fall down my legs. I stepped out of the puddle of red and slowly turned to face him, naked as the day I was born—minus the red heels.

  “Holy fuck, you’re—you’re bare,” he groaned, his hand reaching for his crotch.

  “I did a little extra special prep for our date tonight.”

  He sucked in a breath between his teeth. “Damn, am I glad I didn’t know you were going commando under that thing. I probably wouldn’t have made it to the truck. You wouldn’t have been eating steak for dinner. That’s for damn sure.”

  I smiled. “Which is why I didn’t tell you. It was my little secret.”

  “Woman, I’m so fucking hard now I’m afraid to move. I might just explode in my pants.”

  I looked down at his crotch, the outline of his engorged cock very visible. I stepped forward and ran my hand over the bulge before giving it a good squeeze. He jerked, a grunt escaping his lips. “I guess we’ll have to start over if you go too soon.”

  “Or I could just bend you over and take you like I’m dying to,” he answered. He sounded like he was in physical pain.

  I stepped away from him, slowly waving one finger in front of him. “Nope. Not yet.”

  “Alex, I’m dying,” he hissed.

  “Nah, you’re experiencing something called desire,” I teased. “I would really like it if you got naked.”

  He nodded, his gaze locked on the very bare apex at my thighs. I had felt naked, but going commando all night had left me feeling very daring. Between the short dress and the complete lack of coverage, I had been riding high on my own desire.

  He reached for his pants and fumbled with the button before pushing the zipper down and stepping out of his underwear and pants. I reached between my legs, cupping my sex while he watched. He groaned again, yanking the shirt open and losing a few buttons in the process.

  I laughed, riding the high of desire. “Careful,” I warned.

  His shirt was off, leaving him standing in nothing but his black dress socks. His cock jutted forward as if it was trying to reach me of its own volition. “I want you,” he growled.

  I offered a saucy grin. “I gathered that.”

  He stepped toward me, his hand reaching between my legs. His palm brushed over my bare folds. The close contact had us both gasping for air. “This is pretty fucking fabulous,” he hissed next to my ear.

  I shuddered as his hand rubbed over me before one finger spread the folds protecting my core. My head dropped back as the tip of his finger slid over my clit. Every touch felt more intense. He pushed the finger inside me, slowly at first and then with m
ore force. He stood close, his chest pushed against my breasts. My nipples were overly sensitive as well, brushing over his chest hair and teasing me higher.

  He stepped away, spinning me around and pushing me toward the sofa. He hadn’t been lying. His big, hot hand pressed against the middle of my back. “Bend over,” he ordered.

  My body shuddered again, heat flooding between my legs as I did as he demanded. My hands gripped the back of my couch as I bent over. The heels added just enough height to put me in direct line with his cock.

  He stepped close, his hands moving between my legs and shoving them apart. “Hold on tight,” he breathed the warning.

  I did exactly that. His hand brushed over the back of my thigh as he guided his shaft toward my opening. The penetration was achingly slow, sliding in a tiny bit at a time. The tip of his cock teased and stretched, setting my body on fire as he slowly deepened the invasion. I couldn’t breathe. I looked up, staring at the wall but seeing nothing.

  “So tight,” he moaned, moving impossibly slow.

  I admired and hated his self-control. I wanted him deep inside me. I wanted him fully planted inside my body. He held back, dragging out the slow perusal.

  “Oh god,” I breathed as the orgasm sent out white-hot sparks of ecstasy through my body. I held on to the couch, my fingertips digging into the sofa as I fought to hold on to something tangible. My body felt like it was bursting into shards of light.

  “Yes,” he gasped. “Holy shit. That’s it.”

  He slid in all the way and held steady. I couldn’t move. I felt paralyzed. My body was not my own to control. It was in the white-knuckled grip of a powerful orgasm that stole away my breath and my ability to think of anything except what was happening between my legs.

  Suddenly, I had to release it all. I shouted, crying out incoherently as my body erupted over and over. He held steady, letting me slide my body over his hard cock as I needed to stretch out my ecstasy. I rode him faster, my pussy clamping down on his cock, milking him with every stroke.

  “That’s it,” he gasped. “Don’t stop.”